Cherried Prolapse Part 1

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Just about every model who comes thru our basement has inhibitions about one thing or another. At some point during their time with us, nearly every single one has a moment where they are clearly only panicked or only in pain, nearly like they don't want to be doing what they're doing anymore. Blossom, however, never for one 2nd has that moment. She loves every single bit of the work she does and you can read it plainly on her face. At first, London River has her strapped up, face down on the floor, her wrists caned stiffly to her ankles in a hogtie. Slowly, London undresses her, first removing the high heels, then pulling her micro-skirt up so she has access to her ass. London begins flagellating her soles and moves up her calves all the way to her thighs. The sound of the whacks as the flog makes contact with flesh is remarkable, demonstrating just how hard London is hitting, but identically phenomenal is the sound of Blossom's laughter as she is beaten. She looks like she is having the time of her life. London has a field day with her, since it isn't so oftentimes that she gets a model who is so prepped and raring to attempt out anything she wants to do to them. She pulls a bag over Blossom's head to make it hard for her to sigh and wraps her mouth in an electrical gauze gag. She reams Rosebutt out spread eagle on the floor, her wrists strapped to the ground as far out as they can be stretched. She attaches binder clothespins all over her body, going as far as to pin one on her tongue. Rosebutt flinches now and again, but mostly she just tongues it up. She lives to take a beating, and right now she is living life to the fullest.